The Second Simulation

A year passed in the blink of an eye.

The news of Yu Tianjue's martial soul undergoing a secondary mutation and his acquisition of a thousand-year first spirit ring was kept from most of the clan; only Yu Yuanzhen, his father, Yu Tianheng, and a few others were aware of it.

Yu Yuanzhen strictly forbade anyone from disturbing him, allowing Yu Tianjue to spend the year in peace.

Just as Yu Yuanzhen had anticipated, after absorbing the thousand-year spirit ring, his spirit power level had leaped to thirteen. Now that a year had passed, he had already reached level sixteen and would soon break through to level seventeen.

Of course, what excited Yu Tianjue the most was that the date for his next simulation was fast approaching.

In his first simulation, he had obtained the Ultimate Ice attribute, the Three Absolutes of the Snow Empress, and the Ice Crystal Necklace. He wondered what kind of life he would simulate this time, and what rewards he would reap...

Usually, Yu Tianjue would use his evenings to meditate and cultivate his spirit power.

However, to ensure he was in peak condition for tomorrow's simulation, Yu Tianjue went to sleep early.

Before long, the sound of Yu Tianjue's peaceful breathing filled the quiet room.

The moonlight was like water, tranquil and serene.

Pure white moonlight spilled through the window into the room, casting a soft, gentle glow. Along with the moonlight, a figure moved softly into the room.

Ice Empress.

Throughout this past year, she had silently guarded Yu Tianjue, watching him train diligently and bicker with Yu Tianheng.

"Tianjue..."

Ice Empress's figure appeared suddenly at the head of Yu Tianjue's bed, her voice so soft it was as if she feared waking him.

Ice Empress lowered her head, quietly studying the face that was identical to the one in her dreams. Her hand couldn't help but touch her own chest—over the past year, she had frequently dreamt that same dream, experiencing everything within it time and time again.

Her feelings for Yu Tianjue now were no less than those of her dream-self; if anything, they were even stronger.

Perhaps Xue'er felt the same way...

Ice Empress sighed softly, her fair, delicate hand unconsciously reaching out to touch Yu Tianjue's cheek, stroking it gently.

Feeling the warmth of his skin, the familiar contours, and the same scent, Ice Empress couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She finally understood why her dream-self had chosen to sacrifice herself for Tianjue without a second thought.

Initially, she had only hoped to survive her heavenly tribulation through him, yet in the end, she had been willing to give everything so that Tianjue could successfully ascend to godhood.

It wasn't just because Tianjue could help Xue'er survive her great tribulation after becoming a god; it was also that emotion her dream-self had refused to acknowledge even unto death.

"Tianjue, everything from the dream will never happen a second time."

Whether he felt Ice Empress's touch or heard her soft voice, Yu Tianjue turned over, pressing his cheek directly onto her palm as if craving the cool sensation and the faint scent it carried.

Ice Empress's face flushed slightly.

She could even feel the warm breath he exhaled, making her instinctively want to pull her hand away.

But when the moment came to withdraw, she hesitated.

For a year, Tianjue had been training hard, and she hadn't wanted him to know she was by his side. This was the first time she had been in such close contact with him.

Letting Tianjue rest his head on her palm like this... was fine.

It wasn't until the sun rose the next day that Ice Empress took one last deep look at Yu Tianjue, slowly withdrew her hand, and left his room.

However, before leaving, Ice Empress frowned slightly.

She didn't know why, but she suddenly had a bad feeling—a feeling that was... rather unpleasant.

It was as if a child's favorite toy had been snatched away by someone else.

After Ice Empress left, Yu Tianjue slowly opened his eyes and stretched lazily.

Soon, he realized something felt off.

The left and right sides of his face felt... different.

His left cheek had been exposed to the sunlight and felt warm, but his right cheek was cold, as if he had been sleeping against an ice cube all night.

Could it be that I summoned Xiao Hei while I was asleep and used him as a pillow?

Though puzzled, Yu Tianjue didn't dwell on it and excitedly activated the Life Simulation.

The 365-day cooldown had finally ended.

[Ding—]

[Detected 1 available simulation.]

[Simulation starting...]

[Loading world line...]

[Life Simulation officially begins.]

After a year of waiting, he could finally begin his second simulation!

I hope the final rating and rewards won't be disappointing...

[Amidst the anticipation of the crowd, you were born.]

[As an infant, you were unaware of your illustrious background; you only saw a very kind face gazing at you with a smile, accompanied by a dashing middle-aged man and an exceptionally tall, gaunt old man.]

[You were named Chen Tianjue.]

Chen Tianjue?

Wait a second...

So, those three figures from just now were actually Sword Douluo Chen Xin, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong?

Last time in the Life Simulation I was adopted by the Snow Empress, and this time I'm a relative of Sword Douluo...

Is this Life Simulation just a way to experience the lives of various transmigrators?

[You became the grandson of Sword Douluo Chen Xin, but regrettably, your father passed away from illness before you were born, and your mother also departed this world due to complications during childbirth.]

[Only you, still in your swaddling clothes, remained to depend on Chen Xin.]

[After a brief period of grief, Chen Xin poured all his heart and soul into you, hoping that you would inherit his talent and become an outstanding genius of the sword.]

[You did not fail Chen Xin's expectations; even at a young age, you displayed a sharp mind, and by the age of four, you began swinging a homemade wooden sword. The only thing that troubled you was that every time you swung your wooden sword, a small figure would always appear by your side.]

[Ning Rongrong, the only daughter of Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master Ning Fengzhi, would always rest her chin in her hands, sitting or crouching nearby to watch you practice.]

[You were puzzled and went to ask her, but the only answer you received was that she thought you looked very handsome, so she wanted to watch you practice.]

[You felt helpless, but seeing this scene, Chen Xin, Gu Rong, and Ning Fengzhi laughed heartily, even teasing you about it.]

[With no other choice, you had to act as if Ning Rongrong didn't exist and continued to sweat day after day.]

[Soon, the day of the Spirit Awakening arrived. Both you and Ning Rongrong had reached the age to awaken your spirits.]